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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
10cc,
X-101,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.