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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.