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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.