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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.