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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.