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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.