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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.