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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.