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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Wire,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.