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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
UT,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.