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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.