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 Mexico and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
CMW,
a-ha,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.