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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.