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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.