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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.