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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.