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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Yaz,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.