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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.