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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.