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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Ludus,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.