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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.