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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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Minny Pops,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.