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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.