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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.