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 South Africa 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joy Division 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
The Index,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.