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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.