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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.