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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Television,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.