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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.