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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.