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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.