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 Namibia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.