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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.