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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
DNA,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.