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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Brick,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.