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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.