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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.