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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
DNA,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.