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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Crime,
June of 44,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.