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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.