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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.