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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.