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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.