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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.