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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.