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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.