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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.