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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.