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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
X-101,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.