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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 organ 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.