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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.