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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Visage,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.