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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.