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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.