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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 the Human League to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.