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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Wire,
Television,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.