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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Ossler,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.