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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Slave,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.