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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.