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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.