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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Index,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.