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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s 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 Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.