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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.