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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Nas,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.