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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.