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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.