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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
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.