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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Nas,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.