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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.