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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Television,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Mars,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.