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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.