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 Guatemala 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
New Order,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.