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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.