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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Smog,
the Human League,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.