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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.