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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.