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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.