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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.