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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.