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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.