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 France and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.