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 Tanzania 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.