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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.