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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Television,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.