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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Gong,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.