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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.