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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Neu!,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.