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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
X-101,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.