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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
X-101,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.