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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Unwound,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.