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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.