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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.