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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.