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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.