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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Monks,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Excepter,
MDC,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.