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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lille and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.