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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Visage,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.