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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.