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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.