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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Television,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.