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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Cure to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.