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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.