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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.