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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.