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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.