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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.