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 Mali 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Selecter 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.