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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Television,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.