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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.