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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.