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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.