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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.