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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.