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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Monks,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Excepter,
The Victims,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.