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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Index,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.