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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.