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 Thailand 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.