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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Fear,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.