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 Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.