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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.