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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.