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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.