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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.