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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.