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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.