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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
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The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.