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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.