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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.