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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.