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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.