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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Ossler,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Television,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.