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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Visage,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Smog,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.