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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.