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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.