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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Model 500,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.