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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.