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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.