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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.