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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.