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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Nico,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.