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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.