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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.