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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.