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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.