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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the techno 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.