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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.