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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.