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 Serbia and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.