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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.