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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.