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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Symarip,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Gong,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.