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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
MDC,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.