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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Index,
Mandrill,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Magma,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Gong,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.