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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.