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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Scion,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.