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 Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.