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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.