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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.