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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.