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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
New Order,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.