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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.