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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.