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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Gong,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.