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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
DNA,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.