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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.