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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.