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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.