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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.