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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.