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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
World's Most,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.