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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.