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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
ABBA,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Slave,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.