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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Technova,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.