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 Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Television,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.