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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.