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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Scion,
MC5,
Index,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.