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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.