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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.