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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.