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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.