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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
10cc,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.