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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.