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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.