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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 David Bowie 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
UT,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.