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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.