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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.