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 Liechtenstein 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.