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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.