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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.