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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
UT,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.