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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Faust,
Ituana,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.