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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Associates,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.