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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Visage,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.