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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.