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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Brick,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.