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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.