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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.