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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.