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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Pole,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.