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 India and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.