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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Cowsills to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.