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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.