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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.