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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.