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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.