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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.