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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo 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?
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
DNA,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.