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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.