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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.