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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.