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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.