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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.