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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.