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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
June Days,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.