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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.