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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Organ,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.