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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.