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 Israel and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.