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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.