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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.