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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.