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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.