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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.