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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.