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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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?
Intrusion,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.