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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
MDC,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.