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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Chrome,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Scion,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.