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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.