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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
AZ,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.