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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.