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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.