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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
MDC,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.