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 Belarus 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.