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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Smog,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.