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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.