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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.