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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.