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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.