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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.