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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.