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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.