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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.