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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.