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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.