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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Erasure,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.