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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless 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?
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
The Motions,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.