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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.