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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Fear,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.