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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
the Human League,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Cluster,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.