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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.