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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Mars,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.