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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.