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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.