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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.