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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.