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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
UT,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.