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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.