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 Austria 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.