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 United States 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Normal 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.