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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.