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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.