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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
a-ha,
the Association,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.