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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Last Poets to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.