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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.