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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Visage,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.