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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Japan,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.