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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.