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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.