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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.