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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.