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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.