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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.