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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 The Moleskins to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
MDC,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.