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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Shoche,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Television,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.