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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.