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 Peru 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.