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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.