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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Pagans,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.