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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.