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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.