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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Visage,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.