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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Can,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.