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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Selecter to the grime 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.