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 Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Wings,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.