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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
PIL,
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.