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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
New Order,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.