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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.