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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.