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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.