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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Fear,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.