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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
UT,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.