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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Scientists to the grime 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.