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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.