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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.