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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.