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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.