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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.