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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.