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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.