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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.