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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.