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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
UT,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.