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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
MDC,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.