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 France and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.