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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.