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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.