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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 AZ to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.