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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.