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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.