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 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.