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 Lesotho 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.