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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.