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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.