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 Benin 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.