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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.