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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Magma,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.