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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.