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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Magma,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.