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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.