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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.