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 China and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.