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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.