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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.