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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
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.