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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.