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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.