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 Kazakhstan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.