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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.