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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.