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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.