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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners 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?
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.