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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.