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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.