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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Lakeside 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.