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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.