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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.