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 Armenia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.