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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Scion,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.