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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Kas Product 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Section 25,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.