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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.