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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.