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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.