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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.