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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.