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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.