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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.