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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.