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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
AZ,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.