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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.