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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.