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 Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Index to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.