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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.