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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.