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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.