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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.