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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.