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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.