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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.