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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Smog,
Ronan,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.