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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.