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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.