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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.