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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.