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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.