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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.