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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.