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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Excepter,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.