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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.