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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Visage,
The Kinks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.