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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.