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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
10cc,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.