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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.