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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.