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 Argentina and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.