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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.