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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Television,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.