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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.