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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.