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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.