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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.