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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.