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 Bolivia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.