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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann 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?
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.