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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.