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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.