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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.