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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.