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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Litter 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.