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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.