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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.