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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.