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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
CMW,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.