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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.