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 Kuwait 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.