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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.