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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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?
OOIOO,
Pole,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.