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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.