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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Excepter,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Mars,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.