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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.