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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
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 Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Japan,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.