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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Skarface,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
the Swans,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.