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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.