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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.