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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Martian to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.