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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Jandek,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.