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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Magma,
DNA,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.