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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Human League to the rock 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.