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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.