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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Skarface to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
The Move,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.