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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.