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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.