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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.