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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.