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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Index,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
June Days,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.