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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.