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 India and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.