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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erasure to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.