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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
DNA,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.