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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
New Order,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.