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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Swans,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
The Doors,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.