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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Technova,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.