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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.