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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.