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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.