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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.