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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.