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 Japan and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.