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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.