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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.