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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Excepter,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.