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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.