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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.