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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Television,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Erasure,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.