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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.