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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.