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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.