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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.