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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.