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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.