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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.