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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.