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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.