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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
DNA,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.