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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Mars,
PIL,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.