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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
X-102,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.