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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.