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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Ituana,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.