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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.