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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.