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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set 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?
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.