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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.