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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.