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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Swans,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.