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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Index to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.