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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 This Heat 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.