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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.