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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Urselle 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Monks,
Fear,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.