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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.