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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.