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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.