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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.