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 Jordan 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.