Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Television,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.