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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.