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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.