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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.