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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.