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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.