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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.