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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.