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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Scion to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
10cc,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.