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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.