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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Names,
The Move,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.