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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.