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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
The Move,
The Index,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.