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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
UT,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.