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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.