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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.