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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Names 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.