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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.