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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.