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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Lalann,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.