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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.