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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.