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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Monolake,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.