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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.