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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Selecter to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.