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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.