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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.