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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.