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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 the Soft Cell to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.