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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.