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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.