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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Wings,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Index,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.