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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.