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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.