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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
The Index,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.