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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.