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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.