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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
PIL,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.