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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Television,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.