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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Human League to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.