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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Lyres,
CMW,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.