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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.