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 Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Cameo,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.