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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Wings,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.