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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.