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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.