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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Television Personalities 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.