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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
CMW,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.