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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Can,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.