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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
the Human League,
Pole,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.